Category Archives: Short Story

The young black boy sat next to me. 10 years old maybe. I loved him and he loved me. He gave me a quarter. I didn’t know why, but I thought it was sweet. A mic was passed around the … Continue reading →

I have a certificate from John Casablanca’s Modeling Agency, if that helps. Actual modeling experience, well not really. Mostly I did things like handing out cigarettes at the raceways, giving away complementary shots of Smirnoff, and dealing blackjack. Oh yeah, … Continue reading →